Building a working Africa

MY CHERISHED NUT

You’re just one nut

Picked from a desert long

Polished through hold

Ensconced into heart

Unto heart ensconced

Subtle charms rake

Molten magmas burst

Yet all wrapped up

Un-away from harsh frontier winds

Feared unscathed

O’ my God

Just one nut

My only long-held nut

I fear

Is unto another’s heart ensconced

But let my tears

Like a motherless child’s

Bring me succor

From the breasts I’ve long suckled

My only cherished nut

                                         (Culled from my work, The Lyrics to Rosalina)

THE PINES

The pines have their discourse

In the language of the winds

Creating harmonies so sweet

Whispering and laughing

I hear the laughters

Strange musical tones

Never as yet produced

I wish I was there

Whispering and laughing

Standing tall and beautiful

Proud blood, albeit little veins

Fingers so tender

Yet so fragile

And I get the touch of ecstasy

Together they commune

Knowing all

Telling only the wind

Can I just belong?

Blissful harmony

Frailties yet unknown

Will let me not

Can I just belong?

SILENCE

Silence is black

In silence I fought madness

Her flaming swords grazed my hairs

Madness, furious madness died at the instance of my sword

In silence, the ghost of madness haunts me still

Silence is black

In silence, the lioness beckoned

Her alluring smiles near bewitching

Her silver coloured eyes irresistible

I refused to be allured

Only to be devoured in silence

Silence is black

In silence the world came to a halt

The timelessness a marvel to behold

For in silence I attained the crescendo

Rejoicing in utter ecstasy

Then came the crash

The pains encapsulated in her emptiness

All in silence

Silence is black

In silence I watched the soldiers come

In silence they cut at us

And the hunger came

Even as the golden dream died

All in silence

Is silence golden?

Yet can it be faulted?

Is silence black

Yet I cry out for light

Alas, silence is golden

To give way to blackness

Silence is black

To cry out for light

SWEET MEMORIES

Can I just think without you

How would I cry

Without self guilt

Of the harmonies we’ve disturbed

And rough casts unveiled

I yearn undescribably

To enkindle these tinders of the fires of passion

Can I soothe with the laughs

We shared

The drab affront

Touch me by end of millennium

I’ll still starve of it

Kiss my hearts out

It will regenerate

These sweet memories

Can I just walk without you

How would I sing

Without your sweet voice in my head

Sweet sonorous voice

Playing the music to me

I yearn undescribably

For the cry of the telephone

Giving me a reason to race to it

And still feel excitement

Even as I feel disappointment

Hoping the next call would be your voice

Bringing back

These sweet memories

Mad Verses....the journey begins

Love is…

The sweet, sweet feel

You get at Sunrise

The bitter, sweet feel

Swallowing you

At the

Sweet, sweet Sunset

Love is…

-Culled from my work, The Lyrics to Rosalina

Welcome to mad verses and as Thomas Babington Macaulay stated in the Essays: On Milton..."Perhaps no person can be a poet, or even can enjoy poetry, without a certain unsoundness of mind". I invite other poets and aspiring poets who wish to utter great and wise things to contact me to grant them co-authorship and together we shall become painters of the soul.